The events that led to the Battle of Haven began on a day much like any other. Adult werewolves toiled in the humans' sweatshops and forges, slaves in all but name, while their children remained free to learn and play until the day they reached the age of majority. You'd joined together with three of your friends on a journey of discovery, breaking your pack's laws with the casual impertinence of youth swiftly flourishing into free-willed adulthood. It was an unlikely gathering of starkly different personalities: Dena, bookish and fiercely intelligent. Tiva, the strongest of your friends, fearless and brash. Lapu, filled with youthful bluster disguising an emotional romantic prone to acting without thinking—often to disastrous results.
As a werewolf pup born into the refuge of Haven, you'd never known the natural embrace of the wilds or the freedom to choose your own destiny. The United States military demanded obedience from your species, and while most wolves obeyed without question, the tightly regimented rules often chafed you. When Tiva suggested a token act of defiant curiosity, you'd eagerly tagged along with her and the others on an adventure into the humans' Forbidden Zone—their base of military operations.
While the four of you explored, you'd broken up into three groups to investigate sites of personal interest.
The science building—Dever Hall—had been filled to the brim with fascinating knowledge and forbidden secrets. You'd escaped with several books as well as a document describing a hidden human observation station located near your pack's home. You had explored the station later, uncovering many new terrifying realities of your imprisonment.
A short time later, you'd rejoined your three friends and delved into a gigantic warehouse. Rather than discover an exciting bounty of hidden wonders, you were horrified when you witnessed the depths of human depravity: human scientists were conducting a deadly dance of steel instruments—slicing, prodding, and tearing at the flesh and organs of the adults of your pack, experimenting on and testing the werewolves' ability to regenerate and heal with unnatural swiftness.
All at once your innocence was snatched from you. So this was why the adults traveled to the military base in secret, branding the human side of the refuge forbidden to their pups. In exchange for their lives, food, and shelter, your pack had been forced into a torturous slavery from which there was no escape. The wounds to their werewolf bodies would heal quickly, but their cries and whimpers of pain were all too real. That's when you turned and ran, your companions hot on your heels.
Before you managed to escape, a single soldier blocked your path. Despite being in a near panic, the man ordered the four of you to surrender.
You bowled the soldier over with the massive weight of your werewolf form, and by the time he recovered his wits, you and your friends had escaped from view. The bridge back into werewolf territory loomed large in front of you, and you'd raced over its span. You were desperate to return to something familiar, chased by nightmarish visions of torture and blood. So consumed were you by the need for flight that you forgot to skirt around the old minefield atop the bridge. A detonation threw you up into the air, your vision bloodshot as you twisted into a free-fall, plunging into the water over a hundred feet below.
What Happened? Who Am I?